Cherstin Jiron – A Poem – “Grating on the Devil’s Nerves”

By Cherstin Jiron

www.cherhislove.blogspot.com

The devil doesn’t like me much,
I believe I grate on his nerves.
He takes one look at me,
And thinks of all I deserve.

He would like to toss me in a pit,
And throw away the key.
He really doesn’t understand,
What Jesus could see in me.

As I am walking along,
I’m always kept aware.
That the devil doesn’t like me much,
But mostly because I don’t care.

His opinion is a fly in my ear,
His threats are a buzz.
I trust in the Hand of my Daddy,
And the rest is all just a fuzz.

The devil doesn’t like me much,
He really wishes I were dead.
He tries to shut my voice down,
And tell others I’m loose in the head.

He likes to make up stories,
To make me look like a fool.
He likes to get you thinking,
I’m so far from anything cool.

The thing I think I’m learning,
Through my experiences good and bad.
I would rather be on this end of the coin,
Than be on the other that’s rather sad.

Because friendship with the world’s beliefs,
is enmity with all that Christ has taught.
It may put me in a place of rejection,
But for me the battle was already fought.

To be Loved by God is the greatest gift,
And for that there is no exchange.
To be loved by Jesus is more than life,
And for that My world has changed.

So grate on his nerves I may,
But surely you’ll see someday,
Being his enemy is better,
Than living a life of decay.